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Macdonald accepted the invitation, much interested in this product of Shoreditch. Alf’s Cockney origin still sounded in his speech, despite the slurring burr which association with Devonshire children had developed, but the great difference between Alf and his country schoolmates was the quickness of the Cockney’s reactions. He was still as sharp a

wandered about looking for a table, catching odds and ends of conversation as they did so. “And — do you know, she sat down

Margery Allingham—A Tribute by Agatha Christie Do Detective Story writers read other people’s detective stories? That is a question that is very often asked me. The answer, as far as I am concerned is: “Yes, they do.” First because you obviously like detective stories, or you wouldn’t take the trouble, (and detective stories are a lot of trouble) t

morrow.” She addressed it to Tommy at his club, from which in one short month he would have to resign, unless